Another Poem
Don’t feel bad if you scroll past this.
Hopefully I can get up to a poem a day eventually (read: when it’s not NaNoWriMo/college application season). For now I’m gonna go with quality over quantity. (That’s bullshit by the way, because basically all my poems are about the same level of meh, regardless of how often I write.)
So I noticed that I had 32 followers (which is like, Whaaat? So many!), and I figured eh, what the heck, I’ll write a 32-line poem. That’s only like six or eight stanzas, right? It’s not autobiographical, and it’s actually way shittier than I thought it was going to be, because I had to fluff it a bit to get to 32 lines. Oh well. Maybe I’ll repost an edited-down version later. Is it a sin to reblog yourself? So, here goes.
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Tumblr Poem
You know exactly what I mean
When I say that I’m a virgin.
Never been on Tumblr before.
You excitedly show me things,
But I fail to see the appeal
Of this “reblogging” thing.
So I start my own blog,
With the sole intention
Of posting original content.
A few times something amazing
Begs me to reblog it, but
For the most part it’s just me.
And I do pretty well at first.
Better than expected, even.
I am having fun with this,
And I’m writing every day,
Which isn’t normal for me.
I usually struggle with that.
But soon I’m addicted.
Reblogging becomes the norm,
And I watch Doctor Who
And I rewatch Harry Potter
And I start to pop the cherries
Of content Tumblr virgins.
I give up on the writing.
More tags more problems
My list of followers grows
And I become “famous.”
But why do we bother with popularity?
Why do we love and praise the people
Who have thousands of followers?
After all, Jesus only needed twelve.
